Thursday, August 28, 2008
The long awaited time has arrived.
No, im not going to die or go to jail for some organ buying. (if they put Tang The Man in jail, im gonna be real pissed. The man is DYING for goodness sake. DYING I SAY! Its like slapping a old woman, WHATS THE POINT? Wheres the love?).
Anyway, the holidays are coming soon, and im going into fullmode head thumping, heart stopping , STUDYING.
Yes Amanda, yesyesyes you WILL.
As you can see, my drive to study normally lasts, on an average, for about 2 days. Then it fades off like a dying trend.
Im pathetic sometimes. But anyway, i was thinking about lots of things, and those lots of things are so random and crappy im not even gonna attempt to try to verbalize them. Because when i try, it becomes a load of rubbish. This is what make my self esteem plummet.
I think of something which i reckon is really revolutionary. But eveytime i try to think about it again, and tell someone about it with vigour and excitement, all i get is blank faces and and Loo just contorts her face so bad, you cant concentate and then you forget what you were saying..
By that time, of course, i start to realise that it aint so revolutionary anymore. Thats life i guess. So. My point? EVERYONE FEELS LIKE THAT SOMETIMES, NOT JUST YOU. We're all in this together man, youre not the only weirdo.
AND I ALSO REALISED SOMETHING VERY VERY COOL. (Omg sorry i couldnt control myself. But MOCK me all you want. MOCK MOCK MOCK. I just dont feel it anymore, you goonsters. Weirdos make the world go round. No one should be average. Not that i have anything against average people, it just that no one should strive to BE average.)
Back to my realisation.
I LOVE HAVING ORAL!
Omg. That was SO bloody wrong.
What i meant was, i love having ENGLISH oral.
HAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Which sounds so much wronger. HAHAHA. English oral.
(Im going perversely mad. These are the rare moments where i see why guys think those stupid sexual references are SO FREAKING HILARIOUS. Normally i mock them for their disgusting sexual immaturity, but yeah.)
So screw that.
I love having English Oral Examination.
It just so nice to have people listen to you for once, without interrupting! It such a grear feeling, because the examinor wants you to talk on and on and on and they give you their 100% attention.
Its a kinda nice feeling when someone pays you 100% attention. In this anti-love modern society, we multitask so much we forget the meaning of listening.
And i think thats very important for a person. Everyone need someone to listen to them, yknow? Sometimes, just that little 5 minutes of your undivided attention (no saying hi to everyone else, no checking your phone, no listening to your ipod, and most of all NO INTERRUPTING)
Because yknow, i think our conversations nowadays, have become great battles. Your friends says something, and its like 'oh, the balls at my side now, i have to say something". And you say something back. Its like a match. Bong Boing Bong Boing Bong. And it goes on and on, and after a while you start to lose the whole meaning of what the other person is saying and you start talking for the mere sake of talking.
Perhaps im being a little ludicrious?
But then it really applies to me, because sometimes when i talk, i dont even remember what i just said. Which strikes me because it proves im not conscious of what im saying.
We all subconsciously interupt people. Watch yourself next time when youre involved in a conversation, you realise that before the person talking has finished, you'll immediately cut in and say something. This animates the conversation, but it hardly makes it meaningful.
From half-girl pervert to faux philosopher, welcome to Amandaville.
"I can sing in the troubled times
Sing when i win
Sing when i lose my step
And fall down again
I CAN SING CAUSE YOU PICK ME UP
SING CAUSE YOURE THERE
I CAN SING CAUSE YOU HEAR ME LORD
WHEN I CALL YOU IN PRAYER"
I love this song.
This is why i can SING in my troubled times.
Monday, August 25, 2008
Been at camp.
Yeah yeah, so i keep going for camp after camp. Hahaha, its getting kinda normal, im starting to pack of the camps just BEFORE i leave because im so used to packing for camps, theres no more Pack-Days-Before-Camp spirit anymore.
But the Pack-Just-Before-You-Leave syndrome aint good for you either, because you might just forget to bring the ONE most important thing. Namely, undies.
You just might.
Im not saying i didnt. I just said you have to remember, because seriooously, some packing lists just dont have the decency to REMIND you that you to bring extra underwear.
So anyway, Church camp was amazing. Reall really really amazing. I truly felt God's presence, yknow? And it was just the greatest camp ever.
Met Joshua, some old neighbour who was (how coincidental is THIS) our group facil. He's some funny shit, hahahah. And all the other facils were too. I shant describe the camp, because the next batch of Sec 3s are gonna be in for RIDE, dude.
It was the CRAZIEST, MADDEST STUFF.
I love camp.
Monday, August 18, 2008
Who cares if you let down 1.3 billion people?
Who CARES if people say you're too cheena to be hot?
Who cares if you walked out the Olympics
Hurdles Heats and sexily tore of your number tag and walked to a corner?
AND WHO CARES IF YOU DIDNT WIN FOR CHINA?
Damnit, they have enough Golds, thanks very much.
Liu Xiang, keep faith.
I still think you're the sexiest man in the whole of China (and thats saying something) and now even more so, and i will support you forever, even though i really really really am very disappointed for you.
But i still love you, Liu Xiang, honey.
Saturday, August 16, 2008
I'm in a little fix here.
My mom is really grossed out at my incessant burping. I dont know what it is with me and my burping but its frreaking me out.
Take it this way, the air is in your stomach, right? Either it goes UP or it goes DOWN.
I burp when im hungry, cause my tummys full of air. I ALSO burp when im full. This technically means i burps almost throughout my whole life, in little patterns, because if im not full, then im hungry.
AND i also burp when i hiccup. And thats the worse. Im slowing learning to do it silently, but it SO DARN UNCOMFORTABLE. All the crappy air churning inside my body and you have to let it out in tiny, ladylike, little bursts. IT SUCKS.
And yes, the Oh-Limp-Pics fever is OH SO BURNING UP, DUDE. Phleps and Daley are probably the hottest, sexeyiest atheletes to watch. And China's Gold Sweeping trend is quite a cool thing to see. THEIR DIVERS (the Somthing Jing Jing and her parnter) ARE THE MOST CRAZY AMAZING UN-FRIKING-BELIEVABLE THING I HAVE EVER SET EYES UPON FOR A LONGISH TIME.
And my brother, who is 8, keeps saying "I wanna see Roger serve". Haha, Roger, hes the man, dude. My sister is no better, all of them obsessed with the going-to-be-2nd-seeded Federer.
Not that i dont LIKE-LIKE him, but, i think hes seriously too overdecorated. But then again, hes nice in the sense that he sent like, i well-wishing card to Nadal or something like that. And Nadal is nice too cause he said "i dont mind being second in the world, when the first (Federer) is so good" or something along that lines.
Thats really sweet! But probably also very unapt since hes gonna be first very soon. But WHAT A WAY TO END THE 4 YEAR FEDERER MONOPOLY!
So anyway, i ALSO THINK Asafa Powell is awesomely sweaty and extudes the RUNNER MAN kinda charm. Now HE is a true blue Passin In A Smexy Blur Boy. Just that the way we see it, the replays let him pass and PASS AND PASS and PASS in sexy blurs OVER AND OVER AGAIN.
Hes boy way cooler than Boltman. But Boltman is winning anyway, so. Go Jamaicans, go!
Turn up the Olympian fever,
ONE WORLD ONE DREAM!
Saturday, August 09, 2008
Happy Birthday Singapore! Youre 43, young and still going strong! Like seriously, we love you!
Camp Chillax was REALLY a chill out, reeelax campadoodles. There was no rushing from place to place, no forced cheers, no facil and teamie bonding, no cramped up schedule.
It was all, whaaateverrrr duuudes, just chillaaax (Sers caught up with all the wordmixing) man, drink some tea, toast some bread, and lounge around, baby.
It was weird at first, cause there aint no camp spirit, but then we got used to the lazing around spirit and it was all kinda fun. Except that, I FRIGGIN WORE A TAMPON FOR NOTHING!
I STUFFED A FORIEGN OBJECT INTO MY BODY! AND IN THE GROSSEST IMAGINABLE PLACE TOO!
Gosh, it was so gross, my FIRST TIME, and it was in camp. In some dingy little room with mahmates yelling "YOU CAN DO IT AMANDA" "JUST STUFF IN IT" from outside, and Jia En's "EH JUST DO IT IN 3 EASY STEPS, OPEN YOUR LEGS, OPEN THE WRAPPER, AND STUFF IT IN"
And trust me, it wasnt easy.
It was gross.
Just very gross. And pulling it FELT LIKE I WAS GIVING BIRTH IT HURT SO DAMN MUCH. But so whatever, in the end we didnt get to snork which made all the pain in vain.
And i also got yelled at. As always. Seems like im always at the wrong place at the WRONG TIME.
MsLim yelled at me for 'PRANCING AROUNG IN YOUR SWIMMING COSTUME?! WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?! THERE ARE MALES IN THIS CAMP! MALES I TELL YOU!" And i told her that it was because my shirt was soaking wet and see thru so it didnt make a difference, but she ignored me.
NOT LIKE I DID IT TO SHOW OFF MY ASSETS. I WAS COLD, DAMMIT. MY SHIRT WAS SOAKING RIGHT THRU. (Which sadly, are refusing to come out from hiding.) Because frankly, my assets are either late bloomers or just not there. GAH.
BACKSTAGE AT EXPLANADE
Then today we went backstage at the DURIAN to help bring out the Singapore cheer. IT WAS AWESOME.
Our incharge was a hot (he was seriously hot) guys called Jay and Mr Ian's buddies Da Timbaland-Kamal and Winston and Crazy-DramaGer were funny as anything.
We went around Explanade screaming and yelling our heads off saying WE LOVE SINGAPORE and singing gross songs.
And whoooo babaye, SOMEONE ASKED FOR MY NUMBER!! Who cares if it was a gross ahlian gangster? NO ONE EVER DID THAT BEFORE!
Okay maybe he was asking for Cara's, but lets just overlook that.
He said 'eh ger wo de peng you yao ne the hao ma', and i said errrrr.
And that was it.
So anyway. We also met a guy called Roman whos from Ukraine and he taught us German and he was CRAZY FUNNY. He taught us some way sexy handshake stuff and everything.
AND IT WAS AWESOME.
We really felt the Singapore spirit, and the warm-ie feeling.
I'll upload our camwhoring and our Ukrainese-Singaporean pictures when im free-er.
FOR NOW IM AWFULLY TIRED.
Goodnight, and Happy Birthday SINGAPORE!
Tuesday, August 05, 2008
ITS OFF TO THE WILDERNESS OF MALAYSIA!
Gosh, my bag is so huge i could stuff my brother inside, and he will still be able to yknow, play hand games, and eat and everything.
Its like those bags you bring to climb Mount Everest for weeks and weeks, but our trip is pathetically, only 3 days.
HAHAA BUT WHO CARES ITS THE NORTH FACE. Yeah. Not that i thought i knew what it was before we went to the bag shop, but then the man said it was the BEST BAG EVER. So we bought the BEST BAG EVER, i mean i dad said why not invest in a good bag?
SO HERE WE ARE ALL READY WITH THE BEST BAG EVER.
May God bless all of us on this trip, and Vanes's Grandpapa too.
DONT MISS ME!
And HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BEAR.